Bud lost a tooth on Monday, on a piece of watermelon, just hours after a good visit to the dentist. (When he got agitated about the blood, Neighbor Boy took him by the shoulders and said, "Be a Man!" ERGH. I'm sure my explaining that manhood did not rest on reactions to blood didn't remedy that.) He proudly put it under his pillow.
And then we all promptly forgot.
Until the next morning.
Has this happened to . . . your Tooth Fairy?
We were talking about sharks over breakfast. About how many teeth sharks lose in a lifetime (it's about 30,000, Bud learned at camp). Teeth. Tooth. Tooth Fairy.
Oh, no.
And by the grace of all that is magical, the Tooth Fairy managed to have the right tools in her purse, get upstairs, do her job undetected, and ease back to her proper location as the shark tooth conversation continued for another few minutes before Bud and Sis (thank heavens she had a very rare lapse in memory) remembered his tooth. They raced upstairs excitedly and retrieved his money.
Whew.
A miss is as good as a mile, right? Better lucky than good? That's one lucky Tooth Fairy.
it happens to every tooth fairy!!!!
ReplyDeleteSometime you might explain to them that blood flow from a tooth socket is profuse (almost frightening) for about 20 seconds and then stops. It is probably something to do with saliva, you will recall that animals lick wounds, no doubt they have found that it helps. Nature is wonderful if you leave it to get on with the job. Pity about earthquakes and volcanoes.
ReplyDeleteLove to all.
Happend to us more then once!
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